Chapter 1091: Battle in Serene Palace |
Bang!
A deafening explosion echoed as the walls shattered into a hundred fragments. Flames,
Water, and all kinds of elemental forces erupted in every direction, wreaking havoc on the surroundings.
Across the battlefield, warriors clashed, their weapons and abilities colliding with such force that the ground trembled beneath them.
But the most striking figures were the leaders of the five giant organizations.
"The leaders are fighting!"
Bang!
Another devastating impact shattered the floor, exposing the chamber hidden below.
Chaos consumed the battlefield. People scattered in every direction, snatching anything of value amid the destruction.
Slowly, Iris stirred. A surge of energy fluctuations rippled through the air, forcing her groggy mind to awaken.
"Ugh... What's happening?" she muttered, blinking as she took in her surroundings.
The room was stark white, almost unsettling in its purity. Beneath them, a small pool of blood had begun to spread. Her gaze drifted upward, where ominous words were etched into the ceiling, their presence radiating an eerie foreboding.
Aside from her family, several others were also bound within the room, their faces pale with fear.
"You're awake."
A voice came from beside her.
Princess Iris lifted her head and met the gaze of her brother, Prince Servon.
Before she could ask anything, he spoke again. "This might be our chance to escape. Someone must have found this place there's a battle happening outside."
For days, they had been trapped in this room, helpless as the pool of blood beneath them slowly consumed the weaker captives. The gruesome sight was unbearable, especially for those unaccustomed to such horrors.
One by one, the other captives began to stir, roused by the relentless tremors and surging energy from the battle outside.
A spark of hope ignited in their hearts- a fragile but desperate belief that escape was possible.
Bang!!
The wall suddenly collapsed, and a figure crashed to the ground.
Prince Servon's eyes widened as he took a step forward. "This..." He quickly realized the person was already dead. His gaze shifted to the gaping hole in the wall.
"This is our chance. We have to get out of here."
"Yeah..." Princess Iris exhaled sharply and forced herself to stand, determination flickering in her tired eyes.
Their weakened state was the only reason they hadn't escape sooner. If they had even a fraction of their former strength, any expert of decent caliber could have shattered the walls with ease.
Prince Servon stepped out of the walls, his eyes scanning the blood-soaked battlefield. Corpses lay stewn across the ground, a grim testament to the ongoing battle.
Spotting a sword embedded in the dirt, he strode toward it and used the blade to cut the ropes binding his wrists.
"Here. I'll cut yours too."
Without hesitation, he moved to his family and other captives, slicing through their restraints one by one.
"Follow me." His voice was steady, though the weight of the situation pressed on him.
Carefully, he led them forward, weaving through the wreckage and avoiding the area where the energy fluctuations were at their most intense.
"We need to get out of here."
Right now, they were too weak to fight. If they encountered anyone hostile, they wouldn't stand a chance.
Prince Servon moved cautiously, guiding his family and the others through the battlefield. Every step was calculated, every movement laced with urgency. He wasn't here to fight-he was here to survive.
Boom!!
A devastating surge of energy ripped through the ground and ceiling, shaking the entire structure.
They froze, holding their breath as several figures descended through the gaping hole. Each one radiated an overwhelming, almost suffocating presence.
The man at the front turned his head, his sharp gaze locking onto them.
'Damn, he noticed us.' Prince Servon clenched his fists, suppressing the urge to curse aloud.
Suddenly, Princess Iris gasped. "Wait, brother! Isn't that the Blood Lightning Monster?! The Lord of Ekatoe, Souta!"
"The Lord of Ekatoe?" Servon's eyes widened in shock. He turned for another look-only to find that Souta was already standing before them.
"Hey, I didn't expect to find you here." Souta smirked, his presence radiating confidence.
"Lord Souta, what are you doing here?" Prince Servon asked, trying to steady his voice.
Souta glanced at the ongoing battle before replying. "Well, I'm here to take something from these people. Their kind raided my city, killed my citizens... and took the life of my friend,
Eilish."
His voice was calm, but the weight behind his words was unmistakable.
"What?! L-Lady Eilish is dead?!" Princess Iris's eyes widened in shock.
She had met Eilish before, but among Souta's people, she was closest to Amanda. They had fought side by side during the Walpurgis Night, surviving life-and-death struggles against an elder. Even so, hearing about Eilish's death was a heavy blow.
"Yeah." Souta nodded, his expression unreadable. His gaze shifted past them, scanning the weary group. Then, something caught his attention.
"By the way, where's the captain?"
Princess Iris hesitated before answering, her voice lowering. "Captain Sarguan? He... He died
Too."
Souta remained silent for a moment. He had expected this. In a situation like this, survival was never guaranteed.
Without another word, he raised his hand. "Allan, bring a few warriors here. Give them some potions to help them recover. Then, lead them safely out of the palace."
Allan stepped forward, nodding. "What about you, Grain Leader?"
Souta smirked. "Me? Well, I'll just do what I can."
Souta's mission had been simple: rescue the royal family. The only real difficulty was finding them-it had taken him several days to track them down. In truth, fighting hadn't been necessary, but he had come to the Obsidian Desert with another purpose.
He intended to destroy the organization that had aligned itself with the Ruler of Gluttony's
Rampage.
To plunder. To kill.
Souta turned his head, scanning the area. Only Allan, Franklin, and Vashno remained by his side. The other members of his Grain had left with Prince Servon's group.
"There's only one mission. Kill everyone belonging to the five organizations. Kill them. Kill them all." Souta's eyes were cold, his eyes burning with murderous intent.
He closed his eyes, drawing in a deep breath. A strange feeling stirred within him, as if
Someone was whispering in his ears, urging him to unleash his fury.
'Souta, are you okay?' Saya's voice echoed in his mind, concern lacing her words. She could sense the shift in his emotions.
'It's nothing. I can control it.' Souta reassured her, though the words felt heavier than usual.
"Don't go straight for the five leaders... Take out the weaker ones first, reduce their numbers." Souta gave his orders, his tone decisive as he walked forward, leaving Franklin and the others to carry out their part.
Souta walked forward with unwavering determination, his hand sweeping through the air, hurling anyone in his path aside. With every step, his energy swelled, building steadily with
Each movement.
"Argh!!"
Screams echoed as people were tossed aside by the force of his power. As he passed through several chambers, the tide of battle began to shift. Those who had been fighting no longer
Dared to engage—many began to avoid him altogether.
The intense fluctuations of his feram were unmistakable.
A flood of blood trailed in his wake, moving unnaturally, as if drawn to him. It seeped into the chambers behind, spreading like a dark tide.
Souta soon arrived in a vast room. The walls, ceiling, and floor were riddled with holes, debris and dust scattered in every corner. At the far end of the room stood a magnificent throne,
Crafted from rare and exotic materials.
In the center of the chaos, five figures were locked in combat.
They were the five leaders. Their alliance, forged hastily, was fragile-its threads easily snapped.
Souta stepped forward, his gaze drawn to something behind the throne. Several large eggs
Rested there, glistening faintly.
"This...?"
'Dragon eggs. They're close to hatching.' Saya's voice resonated in his mind, her tone laced
With both curiosity and caution.
Behind the throne, three dragon eggs lay hidden, their surfaces glistening with an
Otherworldly glow.
Souta turned his head, his eyes scanning the battle. In the midst of the chaos, an old man stood, laughing as he held a bottle of potion in his hand.
The potion was valuable-one of the rarest treasures in this place.
Without a word, Souta waved his hand. Tendrils of webbing and blood shot out, wrapping
Around the dragon eggs with eerie precision.
As soon as he did, the five leaders froze. Their eyes shifted toward him, an unmistakable awareness flickering in their gazes.
"I'm afraid that you people might break the dragon eggs, so I'll be protecting them for a
While." Souta said with a smile on his face.
"You!! Put them down!!" A woman clad in dark red clothes roared, her voice filled with fury.
She was one of the five leaders.
Without waiting for them to attack, Souta swung his hand down. A torrent of blood erupted, surging in every direction, flooding through several rooms at once.
The five leaders immediately ceased their fighting, their focus shifting entirely to the
Incoming flood. They scrambled to defend themselves, their powers clashing against the
Waves of blood.
Bang!!
The room shattered in an instant, and several figures sprang from the shadows around Souta.
His doppelgangers emerged, filling the space with their presence. At the same time, a twin
Glowing figure materialized beside him.
[Yin Yang Twin Spirit]!
It was one of the abilities granted by his universal-grade artifact, the [Yin Yang Bracelet].
Now that he was stronger, the twin spirit had grown more powerful than when he had last used it. Against a lone Sixth Shackle Realm expert, the twin spirit would be more than enough
To deal a lethal blow-but this time, his opponents were five, five Sixth Shackle Realm
Experts.
With the twin spirits and his doppelgangers, Souta had bought himself a precious moment.
The five leaders were all at the Sixth Shackle Realm, and if they weren't holding back, they could easily obliterate this palace.
Even the weakest Sixth Shackle Realm expert could reduce this place to rubble. But they were hesitant, no doubt afraid of burying the treasures hidden here.
"The people who set this trap... If they were trying to trap me, they should've known that
Filling this place with blood would only benefit me. Perhaps they were just that confident." Souta muttered, turning his gaze back to the chaos around him.
At the very least, he had a minute before the five leaders overwhelmed his doppelgangers and
Twin spirits.
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